DADDY, WHAT'S A TRAIN? ... I remember when I was a boy living by the track Us kids 'd gather up the coal in a great big gunny sack And then we'd hear the warning sound as the train pulled into view And the engineer would smile and wave as she went rolling through She blew so loud and clear That we covered up our ears And counted cars as high as we could go I can almost hear the steam And the big old drivers scream With a sound my little boy will never ...